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ARMEDGEDDON: The Final EndIt had been futile in the start. This war was already lost when it began. And we were warned.
It was foolish to challenge them, foolish to attack those ships in such a mannor. We thought we could out-do them only find in sheer and utter horror that it was THEY that were outdoing us.
Faintly ships flew overpass as bolts of plasma laser blasts and bullet shells soon covered the earth with a fury of fires and bullet-holes. It didn't matter what area it was anymore. Civilian, city, military. The end was coming soon enough.
Soldiers soon began to panick when they quickly began to realize that their numbers were dropping. In an attempt to do a full retreat they soon find themselves being chased by great beasts armored from head to tail, teeth bared and mouths smiling in a death grin.
Ground covered, things seemed clear and for once, going their way or so they all thought when suddenly an ambush awaited them as they tried for an ambush.
Welcome to the ASYLUMI looked up towards the building in the far distant and bit my lip at the sight of it. The ASYLUM. The building had the smell of death all over its grounds and the forest some distant way behind it didn't help matters.
Nice place . . . . has the scent of death written all over it doesn't it?</b>
I ignored Sane. Sane was nothing but trouble. I looked back at the building, feeling the goosebumbs crawl across my skin. I knew I was doomed. Once locked in there . . . . . forever locked until death came.
They'll tie you up, strap you up, trap you up, lock you up, string you up, put you up . . .</b>
I grabbed my head at Sanes' laughing voice, "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! It's because of you I'm in here, because of you . . . . "
I banged my head against the side of the car to get Sane to silent. That caught their attention, well, actually my scream had already got their attention, this just made it worse. I felt their hands snag around me as they tried to get me to stop. I f
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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